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I pushed myself to my feet. This time I remained behind the desk. Trourville didn’t want to be touched, according to Lotte.
“Unless it’s the extremes of pleasure or pain,” she’d told me.
I wondered what terrible things might have happened to him to make him like that. On the outside he seemed so calm, so normal.
Monsieur Trourville strolled out carrying a briefcase. A subtle nod let him know he had my empathy. With a glance at the clock, I estimated he was at least ten minutes early and guessed he must be compensating for being late last time.
“Good morning, sir,” I greeted him.
He lingered before my desk. “You were kind to me when we first met. I want to thank you for that.”
“Of course,” I said. “It’s my pleasure.” I hoped my kindness might balance out Lotte’s sternness. “Can I get you anything?”
He rested his briefcase on the desk and clicked it open. “I have a gift for you.” He presented the hand sized silver and red wrapped box. “I was hoping you’d wear these next time I come in?”
“I’d love to.” Remembering the blinding diamond he’d given Lotte, I took it from him, careful not to touch his hand. Was he hinting these were earrings?
“It would mean the world to me.”
“Then it’ll be my pleasure.” I wondered how long I could keep the gift before re-selling it. If these diamonds were half as big as Lotte’s I’d pay off my debt in a heartbeat.
He lowered his gaze. “If you really do wear them I’ll see you get a bonus.”
“Of course I’ll wear them,” I said, amazed at his generosity.
Lotte burst through the staff door.
Where I’d expected to see her pleased that Monsieur Trourville had arrived early, instead she looked annoyed. Her gaze shifted to the box. I clutched it to my chest.
“You may keep it,” said Lotte, pointing her whip at Trourville. “Are you expecting leniency for this?”
“Never, Mistress,” he said.
I pounced for the key.
“Ms. Lauren, we’ll open your gift together,” she said sternly.
“Yes, Mistress Lotte,” I said, beaming a smile at Monsieur Trourville.
I set the box next to the computer.
They disappeared into the forbidden zone and I closed the gate behind them.
There was still time to continue my research on the kind of things they did here. I opened the browser, typed in S & M, and disappeared into cyberspace...
I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to be bound and gagged like that. Not to mention where they were shoving those sex toys. And what the hell was that expression on their faces? Bliss? It didn’t fit.
This fleeting escape left me baffled.
I rested back, not quite sure what I’d been looking at and wondering if they did any of those things here. Perhaps I’d gone to the wrong websites. Hardcore images of men dressed in leather using all kind of accruements on naked women left me stunned and yet strangely aroused. Richard didn’t seem the type to dabble in anything like this. He always had his head in a book, like something by Chaucer last week and more recently Thomas Hardy’sJude the Obscure.
Squeezing my legs together, I tried to shake off these feelings stirring between my thighs. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of Richard doing those things to me in their dungeon. The one I was banned from. Which made it all the more mysterious. All the more forbidden.
My thoughts raced...
Richard spanking me. Richard kissing me. Richard’s hands trailing over my breasts and tweaking my nipples. Did he ever use nipple clamps like the ones in the photos? Didn’t they hurt? After a session, could you snuggle into him for a hug? I’d breathe him in, that delicious scent of ocean and something else, something expensive.
A flutter of excitement. The nicest tingle below...
